"Let's find the right runes quickly," Hermione reminded them, "This class is very important. If you can find the runes that suit you, I can give you tutoring..."

"Have you mastered all these runes? These are not theoretical runes, but practical runes!" Ron said in surprise.

"Don't be silly, how could I possibly know them all?" Hermione said, "But I will definitely learn faster than you!"

Then, Harry and Ron's attitudes became much more positive. Not only the two of them, but other young wizards were also very interested in this novel way of class.

Daphne Greengrass was circling around a dark green, slender, and clever rune symbol, "I feel like it's talking to me, but I can't hear it clearly."

"That's enough to explain the problem," said a Gryffindor next to her irritably, who hadn't gained anything yet. "Please be kind and make room."

Neville stretched out his round hand and reached for a fiery red rune symbol, "Get out, Longbottom," Draco said, followed by two followers. He looked at the rune greedily, and it looked like the brightest of all the symbols.

Neville took a step back in fear, but then insisted on staying where he was. "I came here first." He muttered.

"I didn't hear what you said clearly. Maybe you want to try the power of the Leg Locking Curse again?" Draco threatened in a low voice.

"What happened?" Felix suddenly appeared. He had been paying attention to Neville.

"Nothing, professor." Draco showed a reserved smile. "Longbottom may not have performed well in the Potions class and is wiping his tears."

Neville clenched his fists and said stubbornly, "I am not wiping my tears." Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Malfoy, come with me." Felix said, "The others continue. Oh, Longbottom, I think the khaki rune on your left hand is very suitable for you. You can try it."

He took Draco out of the classroom.

"Professor Happ," Draco said a little flustered. He was not afraid of losing points, but he was afraid of copying two thick books again. He still remembered the lesson of last year.

But he heard Professor Hep calmly ask him, "Malfoy, tell me, do you get pleasure from bullying the weak?"

"I, I..."

"It turns out that I haven't heard you say that word since the last detention, right?"

Draco wanted to be stubborn, but he felt that his thoughts had been seen through. "No." He whispered.

The word was "mudblood".

"Isn't this great? I always thought you were a smart student. I knew it from the idea of ​​dragging dark magic items with your scarf."

Felix said, "I think you can do much more than that, Malfoy, prove it to me."

When Draco returned to the classroom, Pansy Parkinson came over immediately, "Draco, were you deducted points or put in detention?"

"No," Draco said blankly, "The professor praised me."

That afternoon, the Magic Club recruitment poster that had been hanging on the bulletin board for several weeks was finally replaced, and replaced by a long list of names.

"There are only seven people in the first tier."

A young wizard muttered, "Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and there are three from Gryffindor alone."

"That's normal. Granger is an assistant in the magic runes class. It is said that she is proficient in more than one practical magic runes, and has a rough grasp of more than 100. She can easily break the armrests of a solid wooden chair. And the twins, have you heard of the couple's mirror?" said his friend.

"Hehe - how should I put it, I have already reserved it, but I can only get it on Halloween."

"You acted so fast, I was still hesitating!"

"First come, first served."

"Who are the rest?"

"There is only one Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, he is indeed the best. In addition, there are two Ravenclaws and one Slytherin - it is the prefect named Jeffrey, who is usually quite arrogant."

On the third floor of the castle, Felix was talking to a little girl with messy golden hair, her wand inserted behind her left ear.

Luna Lovegood handed him two pieces of parchment.

"What is this?" Felix took it.

"It's my paper, but I only wrote two feet, not enough words."

"You want me to help you cheat? You're not old enough." Felix said with a smile.

"No, I was worried that you would be sad if you couldn't recruit people, so I wrote something casually. I went to see the assessment on the day, and there were a lot of people, so I didn't go in." Luna said, shaking her hair. "I also suggested that Ravenclaw students sign up."

Felix said with a strange look on his face: "I have heard more than one Ravenclaw student say that there is a crazy... a second-year student who promotes the Magic Club to them one by one."

"Yes, that's my nickname, Crazy Girl, I don't think it's bad."

"Thank you, Miss Lovegood."

"We are friends, right?" She looked at him as if to confirm.

"That's right, Luna."

Luna laughed. "By the way, I really want to ask you something..."

Felix looked at her, "As long as I know."

"I met a professor two days ago, and she has been inviting me to be her assistant."

Felix suspected that he had heard it wrong. Why is this method so familiar? Which professor learned from him and wanted to be lazy?

"Who invited you?" he asked.

"I don't know either. I haven't seen it before." She shook her head and said.

"You can always describe what she looks like, right?"

"Wearing a pair of beautiful insect glasses, wearing a shiny transparent shawl, and she has more bracelets on her wrists than me," she described seriously, and at the same time deliberately emphasized: "A lot more!"

Felix heard these descriptions, how could she look so much like Sybill Trelawney? However, the Trelawney in Luna's mouth was beautified too much. Should we say that they are worthy of being Ravenclaws...

He looked at Luna seriously and asked tentatively: "How did you meet?"

Luna Lovegood was only in the second year. Logically, she could not have come into contact with Sybill Trelawney.

"That day I came out of classroom seven and thought I had nothing to do, so I wandered around the castle. On the eighth floor, I met a very interesting portrait of a knight - he came to look for his lost horse. We chatted for a few minutes, and he told me that there were free performances in the trapdoor room in the North Tower."

"Are you talking about Trelawney? How come I didn't know she had a hobby of performing?" Felix couldn't believe it, but Trelawney's residence was indeed on the top of the North Tower, connected to her divination classroom.

Luna nodded first, then she put on a horrified expression, "Yes, it's ominous... Dear, don't force me, I can't say!" Then she said seriously, "It's this kind of performance. To be honest, I'm not very good at it."

Felix said woodenly: "Then, what happened? She wouldn't have chosen you at first sight just because you peeked into her black calendar...her performance?"

"No, except that she looked a little excited - maybe I interrupted her state, but later she said I might have some third eye and invited me to be her assistant."

Felix asked: "Have you heard of divination class?"

"Yes," Luna blinked her light eyes, "Yes, it's one of the elective courses in the third grade, but I don't plan to choose divination class.

" "Why?"

"I prefer to look at the stars. A centaur friend of mine taught me astrology and gave me some sage and sweet mallow. By roasting them, they will attract a group of smoke-like creatures. They make predictions by twisting themselves into various shapes." Luna said.

In fact, it's just observing the shape of the smoke, right? Felix guessed.

"——And I have decided to take Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures next year, so there may be a conflict in schedule."